Chapter 22 Entering a Private School

Grandma Xiang chose two sets by herself, one set of cotton and one set of spring and autumn seasons, the rich sister-in-law and the sister-in-law looked at each other, and it was definitely right to follow her mother-in-law, and they also chose two sets each.

The old man also took his three sons to choose clothes, and he didn't want to live or die safely, and Fugui also chose four sets, in addition to cotton clothes and autumn clothes, as well as two sets of short fights on the mountain.

When it was auspicious's turn, the old man must choose two sets of cheongsam, and Jixiang reluctantly chose two sets of cheongsam, but he did not forget to choose the short-hit clothes.

Finally, it was the children's turn, because there was cloth at home, so each child chose a set, and they all chose a short one, so it was more convenient to move.

But Xiangyuan and Xiangqian are different, in addition to short clothes, they also need to buy a few long shirts, you must know that they are going to enter a private school, how can any student wear a short dozen to study.

"Grandpa, grandma, I'll just buy one piece enough, I'm growing too fast, and if I buy too much, I'll waste it." Xiangqian said.

Old Man Xiang nodded, his grandson's words made sense, during this time, the children in the family were well fed, well-fed, and taller.

"I'll buy one too, and I'll grow it too." Xiang Chu said with a smile.

"You buy two, you can't wear it and your brother can wear it." Old man Xiang made the final decision.

The last is Xiao Fubao, Grandma Xiang was not satisfied with the children's clothes after a circle, so she simply bought some bright and tender muslin cloth and decided to make clothes for Fubao by herself.

The cotton clothes in winter are a little more expensive, each set is about one or two taels of silver, the spring and autumn ones are cheaper, and the short ones are only fifty wen a set, but the three long shirts of the two children cost nine taels of silver.

The man's brain calculates like a computer, and today's Ping'an family is powerful enough, and he actually spent more than 20 taels of silver, and he can come up with more than 2 coins and more silver.

The king's shopkeeper's abacus crackled, looked at the abacus beads, waved his hand, and gave twenty taels, and the excess was a gift, the young man was a little dumbfounded, no, he counted eight taels of silver less.

Seeing the young man's somewhat sluggish face, he thought for a while and then spoke: "You wrap all your clothes, send them to Ping'an's house at night, and give you a penny of silver for running errands." ”

"Come on, thank you shopkeeper, thank you old man." Isn't it just a leg run, and I earned three dollars of silver before and after, which is enough for more than two months' wages.

In addition to the Xiang family, the others went to work again, and there was a academy on the corner of the street, named Qingshan Academy, where there were a few old Xiucai teaching.

On the surface, Lao Xiucai is teaching, but Old Man Xiang is also a person who has studied in a private school, of course he knows about this Qingshan Academy, but there are masters in charge.

Who is the master, he was on the list that year, he was admitted to the top three Jinshi and was born, but because he was dissatisfied with the corruption of his boss, he directly resigned and returned to his hometown and opened a college.

The door creaked open, and when an old man saw Old Man Xiang, he remembered that this person was the one who came to ask him about the tuition money some time ago.

"My brother has got the money, you wait a minute, I'll go find our owner to come out." The old man smiled and invited people into the small courtyard at the door and asked them to wait here.

Xiang Qian silently counted the time, and after about the time of the second tea, the old man was followed by an elegant middle-aged man in a blue robe.

"Brother, this is the owner of our academy, the owner, they are going to send their children here to go to school." The old man introduced.

The middle-aged man glanced at the old man Xiang and made a half-salute, the old man hurriedly returned the salute, and when he saw the old man Xiang's actions, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and it seemed that he was also a scholar.

"Who's going to study, please?" The middle-aged man looked around and asked.

"My youngest son, and my family's eldest and youngest grandsons." Old Man Xiang knew that this was the Jinshi in front of him, so he hurriedly and humbly pointed to Xiang Chu and Xiang Qian and said.

"Dissatisfied with this brother, my academy accepts students to be assessed, if the assessment is not passed, please forgive the college for refusing, and the private school of each student who takes the test is ten taels a year, and the student who takes the test is 20 taels a year, including simple food and housing."

Old Man Xiang nodded hurriedly, he had already inquired clearly, otherwise he would not have come to study so recklessly.

"Please ask the three students to follow me in, and the results of the assessment will be announced on the spot, so I won't have to wait too long." The middle-aged man saw that the old man came prepared, and said with a smile.

Old Man Xiang nodded, pushed the two children, and asked them to follow the owner, and when he turned his head to look for Jixiang, Jixiang had long since disappeared.

"Auspicious, auspicious......" the old man shouted.

Fugui hurriedly walked outside, and at a glance saw a familiar figure disappear around the corner of the street, shaking his head in his heart, he was too old to go to a private school, but Ji Xiang was too old, too ignorant.

Seeing Fugui shaking his head and coming back, Old Man Xiang was a little disappointed in his heart, he knew that Jixiang disliked his age, and he didn't like to sit in the private school, but he didn't see the picture of the dozens of years old boy, who was still not dead to catch the exam.

The middle-aged man pretended not to know, beckoned the two children to follow him, Xiangqian and Xiangchu followed the middle-aged man for a long time, came to a place near the small pond and stopped, and then the middle-aged man looked at the slowly withering flowers in front of him, and said nothing.

Xiangchu and Xiangqian stood behind honestly, silent, waiting for the assessment of the middle-aged man, but the time for a cup of tea passed, and half an hour passed, and the middle-aged man still didn't say anything.

Xiang Chu was a little anxious, just wanted to speak, but was pulled by Xiang Qian, watching Xiang Qian shake his head slightly to himself, Xiang Chu also quieted down, slowly controlling the anxiety in his heart.

"Haha, I didn't expect that your little doll could stabilize her heart, it's really good, come on, tell me if you know words?" The middle-aged man looked at the reflection in the pool in front of him and smiled kindly.

"Master, my name is Xiangqian, I am five years old this year, I know a few words, I have read the three-character classic, the surname of a hundred families, and the thousand-character text." Xiang Qian replied crisply.

"Oh, then you are enlightened, who is your enlightenment gentleman?" The middle-aged man asked.

"My grandfather, and my grandmother sometimes teach, my grandfather was a child." Xiang Qian replied again.

I see, the middle-aged man stroked his beard and nodded, and then looked at Xiangchu, Xiangchu hurriedly bent down: "Master, my name is Xiangchu, I am ten years old this year, and like my younger brother, I have been enlightened by my grandparents and recognize a few words." ”

"Come, Xiangqian will first memorize a three-character scripture, and when Xiangqian finishes reciting, Xiangqian will memorize a thousand-character text." The middle-aged man is very satisfied, especially this small one, who is not only calm-hearted, but also has a clear mind.

For more than an hour, the middle-aged man walked out with Xiang Chu and Xiang Qian with satisfaction, and when the old man Xiang saw the middle-aged man's face, the tension in his heart disappeared.